"Mason!" I shouted from the kitchen, where I had just put two
eggs, sunny side up, on a plate for him.
He walked in the kitchen, his beautiful hair disheveled from
sleep, "Hey love, you came over again? Thanks."
I smiled as he kissed my forehead and sat down to eat. It had
been like this for awhile. He was making music and getting ready
to tour, because of all the space he needed for his music;
keyboards, guitars, etc. he had moved into a small apartment in
town to be out of his parents way. I spent most of my time there
and even had the spare key, so when he was gone I could stay if I
He made small talk with me as he finished eating. He knew it was
late, ten thirty a.m., but I didn't say anything to him. His
music career was tough and I often felt that he was too young to
be under so much stress. I knew his parent's thought the same
thing from little comments they had let slip, but we all wanted
what was best for Mason.
I smiled a sad smile, in less than a week he would be back on the
road, starting his fall tour. It wasn't that he was insanely
popular, he mostly opened for bands, but he was good at what he
did, and his salary wasn't bad.
This last part impressed my parent's and made them more welcoming
to him. I love my mom and dad, but they are a bit superficial,
now that Mason had a steady career and an even steadier income
they were friendlier towards him.
I, of course, could have cared less about the money, it was Mason
I loved and always would. No matter what happened in his career,
I knew we would be together.
Still, I would be glad when I graduated in two years and we could
get on with our lives. He was being tutored when he was on tour
and was now a senior. I was still a junior going to our public
high school of an amazing total of three hundred kids. The plan
we had was that we would get an apartment, something nice of
course, by where I wanted to go to college. He would cut back on
his touring and try to pick up some college courses too. We would
spend more time together and it would all be good.
The idea of our future is what kept me mildly happy when he was
gone, when we were together everything was good, it was when he
left that I was pushed back into reality and I didn't like it.
But, right now's reality was lovely. As I had been thinking,
Mason had snuck up behind me and was now kissing the back of my
neck. I sighed softly and allowed him to continue. My thought
process ruined, I closed my eyes and let him promise me forever.